At this very mont in Justin Battleson’s office.
The atmosphere between Justin Battleson and Charlotte Thompson is getting more and more ambiguous.
The air is filled with an unspeakable strange flavor.
Charlotte furrows her eyebrows, gently biting her red lips, and quietly tries to wriggle her hand free.
However, the disparity of strength between n and won makes it impossible for her to escape, even with all her might.
Feeling sowhat defeated, Charlotte sighs and speaks with a touch of dissatisfaction, "Mr. Battleson, could you please let go of my hand?"
Justin doesn’t respond, but only stares at her.
Such an intense gaze makes Charlotte’s skin prickle with discomfort.
"Holding on to my hand like this, it really hurts!"
Charlotte speaks again, her face showing her discomfort.
"Yet, you have not answered my question."
Justin’s deep voice sounds in Charlotte’s ear, his warm breath tickling her earlobe, causing her to shudder.
Although he doesn’t let go of Charlotte, he subtly loosens his grip.
Their posture is more suggestive, and Charlotte’s face reddens even more.
Her heartbeat involuntarily speeds up and she swallows her saliva.
She opens her mouth but cannot utter a word.
"Ring, ring..."
The sudden ringing of the telephone at this very mont is a godsend to Charlotte.
Justin furrows his eyebrows, irritated by the untily interruption of the phone call.
He takes a few steps back to answer the phone, and Charlotte seizes the opportunity to free herself.
When all else fails, running is the best option!
Without further thought, Charlotte quickly turns around to leave.
Yet sothing in Justin’s conversation on the phone catches her attention.
"A child?"
For so reason, the word "child" especially attracts Charlotte’s attention.
She pauses in her steps, straining her ears to eavesdrop.
"I don’t have a child, call the police and take them away."
Justin wrinkles his eyebrows, his voice cool and firm, not thinking much about it.
The young lady at the reception desk takes a glance at the giggling children, feeling a touch of compassion.
The child she saw just now looked a lot like Justin, otherwise she wouldn’t have bothered.
"Mr. Battleson, the kid looks like you..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she heard the busy tone across the other end of the line.
With a feeling of helplessness, she hangs up and looks at the adorable children not far away.
The children are eating Häagen-Dazs, their faces full of satisfaction and joy.
She does not have the heart to disturb them for now.
Never mind, let them play for a while.
Justin has just hung up the phone and turns around, only to hit Charlotte’s head that was moving closer.
Charlotte was too involved just now and didn’t notice. After realizing it, she stumbles and falls backward.
Justin quickly reaches out a hand to catch her.
With this physical interaction, Charlotte’s face turns instantly red again.
She straightens her back, pretending to be calm.
Justin smiles a slight curve at the corner of his mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Didn’t she just want to run away? How co now she directly "falls into his arms"?
Charlotte feels uncomfortable under his gaze, she swallows her saliva and opens her mouth, "Mr. Battleson, what are you looking at?"
"You..."
Justin leisurely scans Charlotte from top to bottom, his calm exterior leaving her guessing.
"I..." Charlotte stamrs, then hastily changes the subject, "You were just... talking about a child."
At her words, a flicker of amusent crosses Justin’s face, his eyebrows lift slightly, "Why, are you interested?"
Interested? What a joke.
"Well, not exactly interested. I am just a bit curious, do you really have a child?"
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